smiled. âYou havenât seen your kids all day. I think going out tonight would be pushing things a bit with Jeff, donât you agree?â Emily didnât reply. âThanks for the offer anyway,â he said flashing her a smile. âDo you think weâve got any chance of finding this Jasmine?â Emily shrugged. âJasmine might not even be her real name.â âWe need to talk to Norman Quillan. And hope he was the kind of landlord who did more than just collect the rent.â âThe interfering type, you mean?â âKeep your fingers crossed,â Joe said, turning his attention to the meal in front of him. Matt needed to share his unsettling discovery with his housemates. He needed them to know that Torland Place had once been known as Valediction Street and its name had been changed because of the notoriety of the very house they lived in. Maybe sharing the knowledge would render it harmless. Or, on the other hand, it might give the horror fresh life. He knew Jason was out busking â or earning a crust as he put it â and Caro was working in her room upstairs so when he heard a crash downstairs the sudden noise made him jump. Then he took a few deep breaths. Perhaps Pet had returned. Perhaps she was down there safe and sound. But somehow he didnât feel inclined to investigate. He felt annoyed with himself for letting the house affect him like this. He needed a distraction and he was almost glad when he looked up and saw Caro standing in the doorway. âYou OK, Matt? You look stressed.â Matt turned his face away. âIâm alright.â âYouâre an idiot calling the police, you know. Petâll be furious when she comes back.â âThey had this address anyway,â Matt said defensively. âThey were looking for someone who used to live here.â He hesitated. Maybe Caro would understand after all. âIâve been doing more research on the Internet. This place was . . .â But Caro interrupted, rolling her eyes. âJust because of that stupid seance? Jason was pushing the glass.â âObediah Shrowton used to live here . . . in this house. This is where he murdered all those people.â Caro gaped at him for a moment before she spoke. âYou are joking?â âThey changed the name of the road because of the notoriety. Torland Place used to be Valediction Street. It was this house, Caro. It happened here. Canât you feel it? Since we moved in weâve been at each otherâs throats. Thereâs something bad here.â Heâd expected a sarcastic response but Caro stood there staring ahead. âYouâre making it up,â she said half-heartedly. âLook it up yourself.â She swore under her breath and Matt watched her face, satisfied for once that she was taking him seriously. This was the first time Matt had seen the normally cool Caro show any emotion. He found it rather unsettling. But it confirmed that the whole thing wasnât in his head. He heard the front door open and bang shut and a few seconds later Jason was standing there, guitar case in hand. âWhatâs up?â âMattâs been doing some research.â Caro said softly. âTorland Place used to be Valediction Street. Obediah Shrowton lived here. This is where he murdered all those people. Did you know about this?â âNo way. I had no idea. How could I?â His mouth widened into a grin. âThis is great. We can open up the place to ghoulish tourists. People love that sort of thing. The Jack the Ripper tours in London are huge business. Weâre sitting on a gold mine, my friends.â âPiss off, Jason,â said Caro, looking as though she was on the verge of tears. âIts not funny.â Jason shrugged his shoulders. âIâm going to check out Petâs room,â he said. Caro straightened herself up. âWhat